The Center

Today, with ashes on my head and a heaviness in my heart…

Christ is the center. That is the affirmation of my faith. Not that I put Christ at the center of my life. Rather, God reveals Christ to me as the center of everything. And that is all I have, ultimately, to bet my life on.

Lent is a season of re-centering. Not of putting something in the center, but of returning to the center that is always already there. Perhaps that is the heaviness of heart I feel – a deep, gentle, but decisive tug pulling me closer to that center of all, like a tiny asteroid spiraling around the sun, ultimately to be consumed by its fire.

The center is reveled to be Jesus. God lived and breathed. And died. The center is reveled to be weak, broken, torn, poured out. The center leads us back to the edges and the fringes and the brokenness of our world.

Welcome to the only one in whom we can hope.